Thursday, June 16, 2011

Recchi is one of the last, if not the last, players from my "big fan" hockey days. I remember watching him cut it up with Jagr and Stevens. They were deadly. (All you Newfs out there heard that one right.) It's great to see him win one last Cup.

Nothing beats hearing our anthem belted from 18000 throats, except maybe seeing almost ten times that number in the streets of Vancouver, in celebration. They said it in the coverage, and it's true: when's the last time you saw streets like that? Bet they weren't happy, and things were about to turn nasty.

These past two years have seen Canada host a couple of amazing sporting events. Nothing brings our vast country together like them, and the more I see of the world, the more I realize that we're in good company: national unity is elusive; particularly in the twenty-first century.

But I'll tell ya what: in 60+ minute chunks over this playoffs, I've felt like my home is just out that front door, Atlantic Ocean be damned. And I loved it.